Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 268: Very Different Husbands*
Ren was abruptly brought back to the matter at hand when Altair suddenly thrust his hips forward into her tight hold. A helpless, desperate whimper left his lips, and the heavy, swollen head of his cock brushed teasingly against her parted lips.
’Right. Focus, Ren,’ she thought.
Ren stroked him firmly. The friction drew a sharp gasp from his chest, and a fresh, thick bead of translucent pre-cum bloomed instantly right at the very tip.
Ren leaned forward. She ran her warm, wet tongue in a slow, agonizingly deliberate circle across the broad head, lapping up his leaking pre-cum before opening her mouth and slowly taking his cock past her lips.
Altair’s entire body went completely rigid. His hands instantly flew down, his long fingers tangling desperately into her fiery red hair.
Ren bobbed her head, sliding her lips smoothly down his thick length and swirling her tongue around his sensitive underside.
"Ren..." Altair choked out, his voice a broken, raspy plea.
His knees buckled slightly, his thighs trembling as she took him deeper. He tried so hard to stay still, to just let her do the work, but his primal instincts rapidly took over. Deep, guttural moans tore from his throat as he completely lost control. Altair began thrusting his hips upward, pushing his thick cock deep into the back of her throat with a clumsy, frantic rhythm.
Ren accommodated him perfectly, her hands gripping his thighs to steady him as he thrusted his hips, his breath coming out in ragged, heavy pants. He was so incredibly sensitive, completely overwhelmed. It didn’t take long at all.
With a loud, broken cry that echoed into the night sky, Altair’s hips snapped completely flush against her face. He unloaded inside her mouth with the force of a tidal wave.
Ren held him firmly in place, her throat working rhythmically as she dutifully swallowed every single drop of his scorching hot, heavy release, making absolutely sure not to let a single drop slip from the corners of her mouth.
When she finally pulled back, wiping her wet lips with the back of her hand, Altair’s legs gave out entirely. He collapsed backward, landing hard on his bare butt right there in the grass of the banking. His broad chest heaved violently, his silver eyes blown wide, his breathing incredibly haggard as he stared up at the moon like he had just seen the face of God.
Ren chuckled softly. She turned, scooped up a handful of the cool pond water, and thoroughly rinsed out her mouth.
Opening her System Shop interface, Ren quickly purchased a ’Clean Breath Pill’. It was honestly the only consumable item in the entire shop that she felt was completely, unfairly overpriced, but the System had aggressively argued its case.
[System: It is worth every single Survival Point, Host! It flawlessly replicates the exact hygienic effects of aggressively brushing your teeth with high-quality, minty toothpaste and gargling industrial-strength Listerine!]
Ren popped the small blue pill into her mouth. She had to admit, as the icy, minty freshness instantly exploded across her tongue and completely eradicated the musky taste of the Eagle Prince, her breath felt extremely, immaculately fresh.
"Alright," Ren sighed, standing up from the grass. "Time to get dressed."
She was finally going to wear the newly acquired Indestructible Silk Dress.
The new garment materialized directly onto Ren’s body. It fit her perfectly, sticking to her form like an incredibly luxurious second skin. The rich, emerald-green silk hugged every single one of her curves intimately. The bodice was structured, expertly pushing up her breasts. They might not have possessed the absolute, gravity-defying perkiness they used to in her early twenties, but the dress made her cleavage look absolutely phenomenal.
Ren looked down at herself in the moonlight. It was a very, very sultry dress. It was short, completely revealing her long, bare thighs, and possessed two daring slits up the sides.
But as she stood in the chilly night air, she felt surprisingly, incredibly warm. Even though her arms and thighs were completely bare, it felt exactly as if she were tightly wrapped in a massive, heavy phantom fur coat. The temperature regulation was literal magic.
"Wow," Ren murmured, running her hands down the incredibly soft silk. "I’m genuinely impressed."
However, her modesty immediately flared up. She wasn’t exactly pleased that the dress was designed to be this scandalous. It looked like premium lingerie meant for a high-end runway show, not practical wilderness survival gear!
[System: Do not complain, Host! This is the absolute latest in high-fantasy fashion! And best of all, it features a highly functional design: Easy Access! The magical material is fully flexible and specifically tailored so your husbands can ruthlessly rail you from absolutely any angle without you ever needing to undress!]
The System proudly announced this feature like it was the most important, world-changing scientific breakthrough in history.
Ren’s face instantly burned a brilliant red.
[System: You’re welcome! Now, are you ready to see the incredibly exciting updates regarding your—]
"Ren? Aren’t you done yet?!"
A loud, frustrated voice roared as Kael violently burst through the thick bushes bordering the waterhole, completely interrupting the System’s announcement.
Kael stopped dead in his tracks.
His golden eyes instantly locked onto Altair. The Golden Eagle Prince was sitting completely naked in the wet grass, his long golden hair messy, his chest still heaving, and his cock still visibly throbbing and leaking a tiny bit of pearlescent fluid from his recent, intense release.
Then, Kael’s eyes slowly moved to Ren.
His gaze raked sensually up and down the incredibly tight, curve-hugging, emerald-green silk dress. His pupils dilated violently as he took in her pushed-up breasts and bare thighs.
"You look..." Kael swallowed hard, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly purr. "Very beautiful."
Ren smiled, her face still heavily flushed red. "Thank you, Kael," she murmured softly.
But the air in the secluded waterhole immediately grew thick, heavy, and incredibly awkward. Kael crossed his massive, muscular arms over his chest, his golden eyes tearing themselves away from Ren’s cleavage to glare down at the naked avian beastman sitting in the grass.
Altair sat there completely unbothered by his intense gaze.
Ren quickly cleared her throat, desperately wanting to defuse the awkward, suffocating tension.
"Viper has been waiting entirely too long," Ren announced loudly, taking a step toward the bushes. "I really need to head back. We are leaving for the swamp right now. It’s already so late."
She started walking, praying to any God that was kind enough to listen that Kael would just follow her and leave the stoic bird alone.
But Kael didn’t move a single muscle. He stood his ground, towering over the sitting Eagle.
"I thought you left," Kael growled down at Altair, his tone accusatory. "You just disappeared this morning. We could have actually used your help building the village today. There was a lot of things to do. Your flying ability would’ve made things go faster."
Altair slowly stood up from the grass. His face was a completely blank mask, completely unfazed by the White Tiger’s intimidating, towering presence.
"I am not interested in their village," Altair flatly told Kael, his silver eyes cold and entirely devoid of emotion.
Kael’s thick white eyebrows shot up. His jaw clenched, and his fury instantly ignited.
"It is Ren’s village!" Kael raged, his deep voice echoing loudly off the trees. "What do you mean you aren’t interested?! Our mate’s wants and needs are ours too! You are her mate! You have to help her!"
Altair didn’t even blink. He looked at the furious White Tiger, and then a pair of massive, majestic golden wings suddenly erupted from his bare back, casting a massive shadow over the pond.
"No," Altair stated simply.
With one powerful, deafening downward flap of his massive wings, the Golden Eagle Prince took off straight into the night sky, completely abandoning the furious White Tiger in the dirt.
